It’s not that Ariella was afraid of cars, she just didn’t want to learn to drive, she was disgusted by all this crap. And so, when the queen was about to go home, having given up on getting a license, heaven sent her a new coach. He was an unshaven handsome guy, the sight of whom stirred something in the chick’s pussy. And it wasn’t a toad hiding in her hot vagina, not at all. It was that same lust that replaced all other thoughts. The coach realized that he needed to run. But it was too late. I had to take off my panties.
